These days, he knew deeply that he had fallen in love with her in a crazy way.

The heart has fallen.

Love is something that will make people crushed, such as the love between mother and father.

So, what about his love?

He doesn't know.

The only thing I know is that I don’t dare to lose it now.

Looking out the window in a daze, Yan Mo fell into the darkest moment before dawn and slowly spoke, "I have been by my mother these days, and she lives in the villa deep in the bamboo forest in the forest park."

"Mom?" Mu Qianchen was shocked. In the media's report on Yan Mo, his parents died, how could it be...

So the last time I saw the scars on Yan Mo’s face in the bamboo forest, wasn’t it caught by a woman, but his mother?

"Well." He nodded lightly, "She has very serious schizophrenia. She has had a serious illness these days. When the disease starts, she doesn't know anyone. Sometimes she recognizes me as her father, sometimes she recognizes me as... others."

Mu Qianchen's heart trembled and hugged him even more.

"I still remember that 16 years ago, my mother was beautiful, noble and elegant, and she was very loving with her father. Our family of three was very happy." Yan Mo's eyes were hazy, and there was a faint light of water.

"Dad will tutor my homework no matter how tired my work is, and will never ignore my mother. At that time, I was really happy and happy... They fell in love very much, and many people envied me for having such a mother and mother." A pale smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but it was not formed. The corners of his mouth were powerless to praise it, turning into a sarcastic and cold arc.

Mu Qianchen's nose felt sour, and Yan Mo's expression made her feel so distressed.

Yan Mo's voice was hoarse and husky. In the darkness, he smiled hoarsely, scattered in the dead air. His red lips were charming, like a blooming poppy, about to wither little by little.

"At first, I thought I was very happy." A faint voice seemed to be in a dream, "until I saw the man pressing his mother on the bed, and his father stood coldly and ruthlessly outside the door. I was about to rush in, hugged by his father, locked in the room, right next to his mother's room."

"I heard my mother crying all the time, crying all the time, begging the man, shouting dad's name, and shouting help."

Covering his head, Yan Mo breathed heavily, and his already pale face was even bloodless, powerless, helpless, and fragile. He seemed to have become him 11 years ago, who was 16 years ago.

I could only listen to the hysterical shouts of my mother next door, and I could do nothing.

Suddenly closing his eyes, holding back the pain, and holding back the cracks of his eyes that were about to pour out, Mu Qianchen covered Yan Mo's mouth, "Don't say it, Yan Mo, don't think about it."

16 years ago, Yan Mo was only 11 years old. Mu Qianchen knew exactly what kind of shadow would a child leave behind when he saw his mother being insulted.

But she didn't know that these were just the tip of the iceberg of Yan Mo's grief in the past.

"Qianchen, at that time, I really hated my powerlessness and insignificance and could not save my mother from that devil." Cold tears flowed on Yan Mo's face.

In an instant, Mu Qianchen was like an arrow piercing his heart.

I even hope that I can travel 16 years ago and hug the little Yan Mo at that time tightly.

"I know, I know."

Yan Mo shook his head wildly, "No, you don't know, that's just the beginning of the nightmare, when I thought it was the end."

Smiling hoarsely, crazy and helpless, with empty eyes, as if trapped in memories.

"The man left home, and his mother kept crying in the room, and then his father walked into the room, pretending nothing happened, and asked his mother what happened and why she cried, haha... it was disgusting..." Yan Mo sneered, "Mom loves her father so much, she dared not tell him that she was ruined by her father's good friend."

"But I know everything and see everything. It was my father who brought the man into my mother's room."

"I saw everything, but I couldn't say anything." Yan Mo murmured.

Mu Qianchen couldn't help but shed tears, and felt sorry for Yan Mo.

Why do there be such a father and such a husband in the world?

It's even more hateful and terrifying than her father Gu Feng.

Although his father Gu Feng treats her badly, he is absolutely pampered with his mother.

"Mom becomes depressed and panicked every day, afraid that her father will know that she was ruined by others. Because of guilt, she is getting better and better to her mother. The more she is like this, the more uneasy she will be..." Yan Mo turned her head, and there was a confused hatred in her black eyes, and she sneered, "Qianchen, are you ridiculous?"

Mu Qianchen never thought he was a heart of glass, but when he heard Yan Mo's words, his heart was broken.

She no longer stops Yan Mo from recalling her memories.

This time, let him say it all.

With Yan Mo's personality, these things must have never been told to anyone. How painful it would be if he kept them in his heart for so many years and endured them alone.

Now, she is with him to bear it.

Mu Qianchen pulled the quilt, wrapped himself and him tightly, and hugged his trembling and cold body tightly.

His hands gently stroked his cheek.

Say it, Yan Mo, forget it after saying it.

"Later, the demon appeared again." The hatred in his eyes skyrocketed, so obvious.

He will never forget those vicious and vicious eyes.

Sixteen years ago...

Yan Mo's father Yan Weibo angrily grabbed Gu Feng's collar and shouted hysterically, "Gu Feng, you can't do this. As long as you say Nishang... sleep with you once, you will help my company overcome difficulties. Now you have withdrawn all your funds. How can you treat me like this?"

"Trade your woman for the company, Yan Weibo, you are such a sad and pitiful man." Gu Feng pushed Yan Weibo away, tidied up his collar, with his eyes contemptuous and contemptuous, "Oh, no, saying that men are polite you, you don't even count as men."

Yan Weibo sat on the ground, and Gu Feng's words stabbed his heart.

He is indeed not a fucking man.

He sent his wife Nishang to another man's bed and pretended that nothing happened.

He loves his home, his wife and son, and the company cannot go bankrupt, otherwise they will not even have a place to sleep.

"I can ask me to help you." Gu Feng spoke like a charity, looking at Yan Weibo's eyes as if he was looking at a pitiful pet, "As long as you give me Nishang, I will raise funds to ensure that your company will not go bankrupt and will get better and better."

"Think about it, what a cost-effective deal. With just one woman, you can easily change the business, the wealth is abundant, and the social status."
Chapter completed!